Okay, I tried. I met a seventy seven year old man for coffee. Perfectly pleasant but old. I know, I know, I'm old too, but there is old and there is old. I will say that the conversation was good and he wasn't a dead beat verbally, however, I kept thinking there was no way in hell I could ever kiss this man.
He was thrilled and had me going out on his sailboat and going to his yacht club (a different yacht club then Vet mans.) for dinner. I had this thought that I would be taking my life in my hands by going out on the ocean with this fellow. He had run the race from Newport Beach to Ensenada, Mexico but that was a lot of years ago. No matter how avid he was and experienced as a sailor I could just see myself at the helm after he croaked of a heart attack while sailing the ocean blue trying to get to shore using a motor that goes five miles an hour..... doesn't sound like something I want to do. Give me a power boat with a captain and crew with the owner sitting having drinks with me and then maybe we'll talk.
I'm a power boat kind of gal. Ducking booms and pulling up sails or whatever it is one does on a sailing ship is not on my list. His boat is only a 30 footer and that isn't big enough to be out on the ocean , in my estimation. Not to mention with my knees if I could get on the thing it would be a miracle.
We parted ways after our coffee and as he asked if he could take me to dinner sometime. I really didn't say yes or no but something like call me. Very non committal. Did I mention not only was he older but short. He did have his PhD in electrical engineering. There you go. conservative, never met an engineer that wasn't, and tunnel vision, knowing only what he knows. God spare me!!
Vet man switched days for dinner again. He thought that perhaps we should go to his yacht club tomorrow night for dinner instead of a local place that he had thought about going on Sunday night. He is at the Angels game tonight and his text was short and to the point. I just hope Bruno gets his butt back in town. I am having a hard time dealing with the peripheral men out there. but I do get bored being alone.
It has been so humid and blasted hot outside that I've pretty much stayed home in the evenings the last couple days. Facing the world out there isn't something I want to do while I'm glistening with wet hair from all the humidity.
There was a little interesting thing that came up on my Linkedin page. I hadn't been on Linkedin for a while. I think about a month ago I went on to change my password when I had all the trouble from some hacker getting into my computer.
My IPhone has an App for Linkedin and there was an indication that I had a new something or other that came up. Well, low and behold when I opened it , it had a person noted that had read my profile. You will never guess who it was. Bruno's ex-wife........so that either means that he told her about me, as they are in business together, she found my address on an envelope or document, I, which I really don't remember doing, looked at her profile on the site, and if I did it was a very long time ago and I don't think she would have looked me up just two days ago. Interesting. I'm debating whether to show it to Bruno or not. The notification has her picture and Conmpany name on the site so I know it is her.
Ah, we women are really good detectives, it will be of interest to see if he actually told her or it was a fluke. She is an Architect and Designer, as I am on the site as a Color Coordinator in my past life, she may have come across me that way, but I don't think so. There are no coincidences.
Nothing from Bruno since the last time we spoke on the phone. I'll see if he comes into town next week as he said he would. I'm sure he will be happy to be out of the over hundred degree heat in Las Vegas and I will be very happy to have him back. He is way to much fun.
I'm suppose to go to the Fairgrounds tomorrow to help serve breakfast to the Homeless Vets at a Stand Down they are holding. It helps them with jobs, showers, medical, dental and food. I haven't heard from the man that is suppose to drive so I may not be going. Getting up at O dark hundred isn't something I was looking forward to anyway.
Off to watch t.v.
He was thrilled and had me going out on his sailboat and going to his yacht club (a different yacht club then Vet mans.) for dinner. I had this thought that I would be taking my life in my hands by going out on the ocean with this fellow. He had run the race from Newport Beach to Ensenada, Mexico but that was a lot of years ago. No matter how avid he was and experienced as a sailor I could just see myself at the helm after he croaked of a heart attack while sailing the ocean blue trying to get to shore using a motor that goes five miles an hour..... doesn't sound like something I want to do. Give me a power boat with a captain and crew with the owner sitting having drinks with me and then maybe we'll talk.
I'm a power boat kind of gal. Ducking booms and pulling up sails or whatever it is one does on a sailing ship is not on my list. His boat is only a 30 footer and that isn't big enough to be out on the ocean , in my estimation. Not to mention with my knees if I could get on the thing it would be a miracle.
We parted ways after our coffee and as he asked if he could take me to dinner sometime. I really didn't say yes or no but something like call me. Very non committal. Did I mention not only was he older but short. He did have his PhD in electrical engineering. There you go. conservative, never met an engineer that wasn't, and tunnel vision, knowing only what he knows. God spare me!!
Vet man switched days for dinner again. He thought that perhaps we should go to his yacht club tomorrow night for dinner instead of a local place that he had thought about going on Sunday night. He is at the Angels game tonight and his text was short and to the point. I just hope Bruno gets his butt back in town. I am having a hard time dealing with the peripheral men out there. but I do get bored being alone.
It has been so humid and blasted hot outside that I've pretty much stayed home in the evenings the last couple days. Facing the world out there isn't something I want to do while I'm glistening with wet hair from all the humidity.
There was a little interesting thing that came up on my Linkedin page. I hadn't been on Linkedin for a while. I think about a month ago I went on to change my password when I had all the trouble from some hacker getting into my computer.
My IPhone has an App for Linkedin and there was an indication that I had a new something or other that came up. Well, low and behold when I opened it , it had a person noted that had read my profile. You will never guess who it was. Bruno's ex-wife........so that either means that he told her about me, as they are in business together, she found my address on an envelope or document, I, which I really don't remember doing, looked at her profile on the site, and if I did it was a very long time ago and I don't think she would have looked me up just two days ago. Interesting. I'm debating whether to show it to Bruno or not. The notification has her picture and Conmpany name on the site so I know it is her.
Ah, we women are really good detectives, it will be of interest to see if he actually told her or it was a fluke. She is an Architect and Designer, as I am on the site as a Color Coordinator in my past life, she may have come across me that way, but I don't think so. There are no coincidences.
Nothing from Bruno since the last time we spoke on the phone. I'll see if he comes into town next week as he said he would. I'm sure he will be happy to be out of the over hundred degree heat in Las Vegas and I will be very happy to have him back. He is way to much fun.
I'm suppose to go to the Fairgrounds tomorrow to help serve breakfast to the Homeless Vets at a Stand Down they are holding. It helps them with jobs, showers, medical, dental and food. I haven't heard from the man that is suppose to drive so I may not be going. Getting up at O dark hundred isn't something I was looking forward to anyway.
Off to watch t.v.
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